Sergei Razumovsky sat in his spacious living room. On the coffee table was a cluttered pile of a couple of bottles of light liquor and various snacks: grapes, cheese, strawberries, and something else. He leaned back on the sofa and took a deep breath when there was an impatient knock. Sergei groaned, but still got up and went to open the door.

It turned out to be Igor Grom, a police major with his own methods. He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the man in the robe and went inside without an invitation. He needed something for the investigation.